As fome fad Turtle his but are RDURES. Alike unheard, unpity & ma brier. Go, gentle gales, and hear my painter For her, the feather & pures et ta se For her, the limes their peating kader ver For her, the lilies img fer sedi. 20 Ye birds that, left by imme. Ye trees that fade when aIUM REEL TER Go, gentle gales, aut arga Curs'd be the fields far sauer Je What have If? where The birds al ce a time ter crave an The winds to breadie, the war And ftreams to murmir e lart n Not bubbling fountaine a the ta Not balmy feep to about WIL Not showers to katy, vim-heE Are half to charming a to kg AUTUM BE THE THIRD PASTORAL, OR N. HYLAS and EGON. TO MR. WYCHERLEY. ENEATH the shade a spreading beech displays, This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love; Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred fuccour bring; 5 Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit infpire, The art of Terence and Menander's fire; Whofe fenfe inftructs us, and whofe humour charms, Whofe judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms! 10 Oh, skill'd in Nature! fee the hearts of Swains, Their artless paffions, and their tender pains. Now fetting Phoebus fhone ferenely bright, And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light; 15 Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains groan. Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! To Delia's ear the tender notes convey. As As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores, And with deep murmurs fills the founding fhores; Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Die every flower, and perish all, but she. Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! 20 25 ૩૦ 35 Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy sleep to labourers faint with pain, 45 Go, Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! She comes, my Delia comes !-Now cease my lay, 50 60 Next Ægon fung, while Windsor groves admir'd; 55 Rehearse, ye Muses, what yourselves infpir'd. Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain ! Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain : Here where the mountains, leffening as they rife, Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies; While labouring oxen, spent with toil and heat, In their loofe traces from the field retreat: While curling fmoaks from village-tops are feen, And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green. Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay! Beneath yon' poplar oft we past the day: Oft' on the rind I carv'd her amorous vows, While the with garlands hung the bending boughs The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay. VARIATION. Ver. 48. Originally thus in the MS. : With him through Libya's burning plains I'll go, 65 70 Re And dread no coldness but in Thyrfis' heart. Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain! 75 80 Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful ftrains! 85 I'll fly from fhepherds, flocks, and flowery plains. From fhepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forfake mankind, and all the world-but love! I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred, go 95 No more, ye hills, no more refound my ftrains! Thus fung the shepherds till th' approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low fun had lengthen'd every shade. D 4 100 WINTER. |